I need to get myself out of this rut. I'm wallowing in my own self pity and it's eating me alive.
I've lost myself, then last year for the first time in years, I thought I was found--only to fall back down.
I have so much to be proud of, so many reasons to be happy, yet I still linger on the past.
My past is miniscule compared to the suffering I've seen around me, let alone the whole world--so who do I think I am? What tragedy of mine is so great that I remain motionless?

I'm so sick of standing still. I'm sick of letting everything pass me by. I'm sick of letting others control my life.



I'm ready to define myself and make my dreams come true. I want to help the world and in turn, I'll help myself.

Step 1: let go.